Halcyon wasn’t just stopped. They were exposed to the sunlight.
Sirens wailed in the distance. The Quick Reaction Force armored vehicles tore onto the tarmac, their heavy machine guns swiveling to lock onto the sniper positions.
I didn’t care about the sirens. I didn’t care about Voss, who was now unconscious beneath Lucas. I dragged myself out the steel door, clutching my bleeding shoulder, and stumbled across the burning tarmac toward the chain-link fence.
Ryan was lying in the dirt, his ruined dress whites soaked in blood. His eyes were fluttering, his skin terrifyingly pale.
I collapsed beside him, ripping off my black dress sash, pressing it hard against the massive exit wound in his thigh and hip.
“Stay with me, Ryan,” I sobbed, my tears mixing with the dust on his face. “Stay with me, golden boy, don’t you dare close your eyes.”
He looked up at me, a weak, bloody grin stretching his lips.
